at last, an waitin till tother clarks had gooan, he grabbed his parcel,
an jumpt in th' furst tramcar he saw,--luckily ther wor nobbut one man
inside an he wor readin a paper,--soa puttin his parcel i'th opposite
corner, he jumpt off at the next stoppin place. He started off at full
speed an wor just beginnin to smile at his own clivverness, when somdy
shaated.

"Hi! Hi, thear!" an turning to luk, he saw a man rushin towards him
holdin his parcel.

"You forgot your parcel, young man," he said, puffin an blowin, "it was
lucky I happened to see it!"

Bob sed "thank yo" as weel as he could, an then sed summat else, which
aw willn't repeat, an tuckin it under his arm, he went to th' place
whear he usually gat his breead an cheese an his glass o' bitter.

He sat in a quiet corner, an one bi one th' customers went aght, an
thinkin he saw a favourable chonce, he put his bundle on th' seeat, and
threw a newspaper carelessly ovver it, supt up--an when he thowt nubdy
wor lukkin he quietly left it an wor sooin back in his office, feelin
wonderfully relieved. But he hadn't seen th' last on it even then.

All wor quiet except for th' scratchin o' pens, for th' maister wor
sittin at his private desk, when a redheeaded lad,--Bob thowt he wor th'
ugliest lad he'd ivver seen in his life,--coom in grinnin, an sydlin up
to him, an holdin th' parcel at arms length, as if he wor feeared o'
bein bitten, he sed, "th' lanlord o'th 'Slip Inn' has sent this,--he
says yo left it on th' seeat."